A magical blade wielding adventurer, Dogering, out for adventure and traveling the vast lands. He had heard tell of a mighty dragon ravaging the lands and trembled with excitement at challenging the beast himself. Some would call him crazy, but he had the powers and ingenuity to back himself up. Even if he had asked others, they would not help, for they feared the power of the dragon. He was blessed with magical prowess and wielded a magical sword of great power. Not even this dragon could stop him. They said the flames would burn him to a crisp, yet he could redirect them with his spatial magic rendering them useless. That same magic allowed him to dodge and gain a footing on the beast itself easily if need be. His lightning magic would stun it, allowing for room to maneuver. And countless other magics he could rely upon if need be, but most often if was the two magics that he relied upon the most. Then there was the sword, it was odd for a mage to use a sword. But it amplified his powers and gave him unique abilities.
So alone he went to the dragon's lair. The air crackling with the energy of the mighty beast itself. That's when he laid his eye upon the vast treasure hoard that the dragon protected. Sure, there were rumors of it, but no one ever came back alive to know if it was real or not. Then the mighty roar of the dragon was heard and he stood on alert as it flew down through an opening and landed before him. It looked just as majestic as the stories painted it to be. The battle had begin, but it could not touch him as it lunged at him. Flames useless and its scales torn asunder under the weight of his sword which gleamed with the elements as he had enchanted it with magic. The fighting ensued for what seemed like hours, but at some point the beast was slain. The final blow, a sword impaled into its eye took it down for good.
The spoils were now his to claim, and given his affinity with spatial magic, he could take it all. He had devised a way to create a pocket dimension akin to a bag of holding, and hid it away in his tail. It only allowed in what he wanted of course, since he controlled the space. The rumor of the treasure would stay a rumor, since there was no trace of it anywhere. There was no treasure of course, at least not that anyone needed to know. He smirks thinking that it's all his and looks up at his sword. It seemed to pulse and gleam, drinking in the blood of the dragon itself as if absorbing its power. But that couldn't be, he had to have been tired after that long battle. Quickly dismissing it and grabbing the sword, his job now done and the treasure secured. He made sure to grab proof of the dragons defeat and left it's lair to return home for now.
There had always been an ominous aura around the sword, but he could not notice it...
